Monday, March 31, 2008


I knew one guy in high school who had a different handshake with every person. While I'm not a huge handshake fan, I am a huge believer in nicknames.

Oh how I absolutely love nicknames. Not only do I love nicknames, but I love giving people nicknames. I'm not exactly sure why, but one thing's for sure--I had a nickname for practically half the band in high school. Maybe it's because it seems more...personal? Or maybe I just like to feel buddy-buddy with everyone...whether I am or not!

Here's a list of some of my favorites that I've given people:
(ten points to the person who can match every nickname with the correct person)

K-bob (Shiskabob)
Cuz Buz
Library Boy
Sistah D

And I also think these are fun nicknames even though I didn't make them up:
(can anyone guess these ones?)

Ms. D
Dave comma Ol
Triangle head (Krista's always especially reverent and respectful of our relatives with this one)

Three nicknames I think are hideously ugly:
Dannis (blegh)
Braddis (blegh)
Craigis (blegh)

Two nicknames I used to hate with a passion:
Susanna (I HATED the song "Oh Susannah!" for at least the first ten years of my life)

Seventeen nicknames I've had:
Suz, Suzy, Susannah Banana, Scuz, Boozy, Soozer, Mini Janel, Soozer Boozer, Miss Suzy, Suzette, I love you Susy!, Eiss, SuzyQ, Scooz, SuSu, Ultra-Righteous, Shazaam!!

Good times, good times. I certainly have had quite a lot of nicknames. Wow. Who'dathunk. These days I am going by Suzy in college, and my roommates always think it's funny and weird when someone from my family or from high school asks for "Suzanne." Ha ha. I think I like Suzy because it's less formal. Although, I still love the name Suzanne and wouldn't ever change it.

Good thing I'm not that attached to my last name. :)

Thursday, March 27, 2008


Why do people put gum on the underside of tables?

Why are some silences awkward (or potentially so) and others natural and nice?

Why do cleaning checks seem like they are every other week when they are really only once a month?

How is it possible for me lose things every five seconds?

Why do some classes and professors trigger the "sleep now" reflex?

Why does rain on the sidewalk smell so good?

How come speech is so different from the written word?

Why does the red crayon ALWAYS get used up (or lost) first?

Why do songs get stuck in your head?

How come procrastination is pretty much like an inherent characteristic in my personality?

Why are Texans so full of themselves?

Why is it natural tendency to avoid looking someone in the eyes when you pass on the sidewalk?

Do people in the Women's Chorus all have to wear the same shoes?

Why do I feel completely comfortable around some people and others it seems like I have nothing in common?

Why is it so much easier to stay up late than to get into bed early?

Why don't I ever remember my dreams?

Why is it so hard to keep a room clean? (Entropy will be the death of me one of these days...)

Why are kids so cute?

Why do you seem to run out of everything at the same time?

How am I lucky enough to have a ticket to actually attend my first session of General Conference ever?

Why doesn't BYU have a spring break?

Why does "experimentar" mean "experience" and "asistir" mean "to attend" in Spanish?

What do llamas and free bread have in common?

Why is blogging so much fun?

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Finished, por freaking FIN!

It's done. Worth ten percent of my grade and after weeks of supposedly working on it, my Issues Paper for English is turned in. Phew. After all that procrastination, I (of course) re-made my eternally existent (and never yet achieved) goal to not procrastinate. Yet, somehow, here I sit, at 1:04 in the morning, at good ol' Walter. (aren't commas fun?) Typing away. I love using fragments because. I can. Grammar rules stinks and I've had enuf with this whole speling thing to last a liftime. Rules such as passive voice don't have to be followed unless so desired. And since this is my blog and not a strict paper with too many guidelines, I'm gonna write good. The way I want to.

Ha ha actually it wasn't too bad. And when it did get to the crunch time, I knew it was my fault so I couldn't blame anyone else for my predicament. The definition of crunch time will be best demonstrated by my schedule today.

10 am-12 noon Library
1:30 pm-3 pm Library
4 pm-6:30 pm Library
9:45 pm-11:55 pm Library

Total hours spent working on my paper in the library today: SEVEN.

Seven hours and ten minutes of sitting at a computer, staring at the screen, desperately trying to make sense of my jumbled sentences and connect random pieces of information together. Thank goodness for kind souls who suffered through my paper with me.

Which brings me to my two angel editors of the day:
1. Janel
2. Ryan
You need a good paper; you bring it to these two. Tooth-hurty.

Janel helped me make it longer and advised me with the organization of my paper. She probably received at least 4 or 5 different drafts via email in the past 48 hours. Lucky her. Ryan brutally threw out passive voice construction, semi-colons, more passive voice, "thus"s, passive voice, run-on and wordy sentences, and yes, passive voice. Either he really really really finds true joy and pleasure in editing and hashing badly written papers...or he likes me a lot. (It's still a toss-up.)

Thank you, both of you. Thanks (and sorry) to all of my roommates who get to deal with a crabby girl who has been sitting a lot too long. Thanks to everyone that doesn't get offended if I accidentally glare at when I pass them on the sidewalk because I'm trying not to fall over from sleep deprivation. Thanks for not asking me about the best treatment methods for anorexia nervosa or how to look something up on the library's website.

Don't worry, I'm not going to make this procrastination thing a habit.

Heh heh.

Well, it's not too late, right? What's that quote that says it's never too late to be the person you wish you would have been...?

Done. I'm going to bed.

P.S. I'll keep you posted (literally) on how well I did on the paper.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Happy Easter Part II

If you have a few minutes (seven to be exact), this Easter movie put out by the church is kinda nice.

(Click on "The Bread of Life" for the Easter movie.)

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Happy Easter

When I was little, Easter meant spending half a Saturday afternoon squatting over the little brown cups filled with dye on the sidewalk. It meant fighting over the bonnet you got to wear to church the next day. It meant a really long scripture time on Sunday afternoon that was kind of boring and maybe you could sneak off while Mom and Dad weren't looking. It meant a fun Easter egg hunt in the yard outside, including contests to see who could find Dad's best hiding places. It meant switching candy and having a lot of gross jellybeans, peanuts, and Mike and Ikes. It meant having a contest to see who could say "He is risen!" first in the morning. It often meant a long, boring Sacrament Meeting with lots of old ladies letting the whole ward hear how warbly of a voice they had. Sometimes, if Dad was ambitious that year, it meant an early morning Easter sunrise service. (One time we even hiked the Y and had the lesson up there. That was cool. Actually, all I remember about that sunrise service was that it was really cold.)

A lot has changed since those good ol' days. I thought about getting up early this morning for my own personal sunrise service, but unfortunately I didn't have quite enough self-discipline. But that's okay. Instead, I had a lovely Sacrament Meeting, heard some great talks, and went to the family's and played Easter music. That's quite a different Easter than I would have wanted when I was little. I guess as I've gotten older, the silly traditions have made way for what Easter is really supposed to be about--the sacrifice of the Savior and his triumph over death. As President Hinckley said, "There would be no Christmas if there were no Easter." (Ensign, May 2007) Leave it to President Hinckley to put things in perspective for us.

I love this time of year. And even though there aren't really any spring flowers out yet because it's the earliest Easter in 93 years, I am so grateful for the spring season and its symbol of rebirth and of the Savior's love for us.
Here are some of my favorite pictures of the Resurrection. Happy Easter and I hope we all have renewed determination to do what's right and utilize the Atonement in our lives, because I know I do.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

an unlikely equation? I'll let you decide.



Ryan and Heather


3 flashlights and permission from Mom :)


A splendid activity for a Friday night. Seriously. You should try it sometime. (Including getting permission from your mother before you go :D )

(But, just FYI, when you go, you might want to check to make sure the memory card is IN the camera. Yeah, we learned that the hard way... Thus, the pictures from the Internet! Maybe one of these days I'll buy my own camera and quit my belly achin'. But for now, I'll just mooch off Ryan and the family and keep whining. To quote Commander Keen: Sounds like a plan, bearded one!)

Monday, March 10, 2008

my obsessions these days

How am I lucky enough to be related to some of the cutest kids ever?

Baby Cindy

Jacob in all of his cuteness

Sage and Eliza playing in the park

If only I will be able to have kids this cute someday, my life will be fulfilled. Janel and Danielle, you are great moms and I look up to you both so much. I love you guys!


PS: I'm not exactly related to Amelia Zimmerman, but I've shared a room with her aunt for the past six months, so I'm pretty much family, right?

Amelia reminds me of one of the kids you would see in a Dr. Seuss book. :)
Hooray for cute kids!

Ward Prayer

Why is it so hard to be good sometimes? Ah me. Usually I'm okay (I think) at it, but not when it comes to a few things such as getting enough sleep, attending ward prayer, and punctuality. When my natural man self takes over, I am often tempted to stay up late, skip ward prayer, and procrastinate just enough so that I'll be 5 or 10 minutes late. I'll stop speaking in vague, abstract language and give you an example.

Last night I went over to the family's for dinner and a music practice. After the practice I went over to Ryan's house to drop off Tyler, his younger brother who is kind enough to sing in the musical number with us, and to say hello to his family for a bit. We had only been there about twenty minutes when I realized I needed to leave then to get to ward prayer on time. Ah ward prayer. I have mixed feelings about this aspect of BYU wards. I understand why they have it--bonding, "family" time for the ward family in a relaxed setting, a nice ending to the Sabbath, it makes students feel more at home, and it's a great time to try out your pick-up line on that cute girl (or guy) you've been eying the past couple of weeks. All very true statements. But...I would rather spend time with my REAL family than my 8-month BYU family. So, the dilemma is thus: do I leave my family on Sunday nights to go to my ward prayer where I don't really even enjoy it that much (or at all)? Should I skip out on spending quality time with my family, the people I'll be with for eternity, to kneel down in a crowded lobby with people who I'll only be with for another month and a half? I'm not sure... My guilt complex tells me to go to ward prayer. My common sense tells me to skip it.

I've skipped ward stare, I mean ward prayer, the past three or four weeks. So yesterday I decided I would make an effort and go even though I didn't want to. We left Ryan's house, grabbed my flute and some bread pudding from my family's, and I rushed off to Fox Hall. I reached the doors to the lobby just as the bell tower was striking 8:30. I was thinking, "Perfect! I'm on time and everything!" when a feeling of pure horror overcame me.

The lobby was completely empty. What? WHAT? EMPTY???


Of I remember the bishop announcing last week that since it was Stake Conference on the ninth, we wouldn't have ward prayer that night. Lovely. I even tried so hard. Why oh why.

Sometimes it just seems like I can't win. But I know, of course, that that is most certainly and completely untrue. Maybe the solution to my small dilemma involves a) enjoying and living up the 3 hours I usually spend with the family on Sunday nights b) forcing myself to get to ward prayer on time and c) having a good attitude about the whole thing.

Done. No more complaining. That's that. And if you call me at 8:30 next Sunday night, I won't answer...I think you'll know where I am.